Upside Down

(25) She's Older Than Me!

Chapter 25

Hunter : Lame :: Kriss :: Badass

"MEEERRRROOOOWWWW…" Kriss purred as she jumped from one desk to another. The class snickered and I could hear the teacher groan again, scowling at me. But Kriss continued around the class room, oblivious to the grouchy teacher and giggling students around her as she swatted at someone’s pencil. The girl who owned the pencil looked at Kriss, slightly annoyed but mostly amused and use one of her fingers to keep Kriss from advancing on her pencil again. Kriss swatted and clawed but the finger stayed on her forehead, keeping her away from the pencil.

With a kitten huff, Kriss stuck her tongue out at the finger then leaped off of the girl’s desk and onto the teacher’s where she started to play with the Newton ball thing, hissing and jumping away when they loudly clanked together. I had to suppress my laughter when Kriss jumped onto the teacher's shoulder, then onto his head, using his glasses as a stepping stool and making his forehead wrinkle.

"Meow, meow, MEEE-OOOOOWWWW!!!!!" Kriss hissed as she attacked the one strand of hair on Mr. Herbert. Usually on drugs, Mr. Herbert wouldn't have noticed this but apparently this one day he hadn't taken drugs and was giving me major stank eye as if it was my fault Kriss was all over his head. And partially it was my fault. I mean, I could have stopped her a long time ago but ... it was just too amusing.

"RIIIINNNGGGG!!!!"

The bell went off and Kriss stopped what she was doing and jumped from one desk to another until she got to my desk and on top of my shoulder.

I could feel people stare at me while I walked down the halls towards the cafeteria with a cat on my head, whistling an aimless tune.

"So, you brought the Kri ... itty cat again? I turn and glare at Paul as he sits down at the table. Kriss immediately bounds over to him leading him to pet her soft black fur. I glare at him. "It's cute ... what's its name?"

Name...?

My head draws a blank and my brain is practically melting, "Uh ..."

With a loud clatter, Drew plops down in his chair and instead of diving into his food like he always, he moves his disgusting looking macaroni and cheese around with his spork (spork means spoon fork for you fancy silver spoon people out there), giving Paul a very good distraction away from me and my incapacity to think of a fake cat name for Kriss. "Hey man, what's up?"

Still slumped over his tray, Drew wordlessly shrugs as if he was a puppet on a string and the puppeteer had lifted him a bit to adjust him in his chair.

"Is something wrong, Drew?" Paul asked and Kriss left him to go wander over to Drew, rubbing her head against his hand that wrapped around his fork.

"Sloane canceled on me." He grumbled under his breath but I still heard it and by the look on Paul's face, he had heard it too.

"There must be some explanation; she's not the type of girl to just ditch." Paul reasoned.

"Yeah, the explanation is that there's obviously something wrong with me!" Drew exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and letting his head fall onto the table and unfortunately into his macaroni and cheese.

"Why is Drew's head in the macaroni?" Allise asked as she joined us at the table, Charmaine not far behind.

"Sloane canceled on him." Paul explained to them and Drew (whose head was still in the macaroni) groaned.

"Ah, you poor boy, Sloane probably had something come up or something."

"Or she just hates me," Drew moaned.